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In the Belly of the Beast

by Roger Crique (Age: 56)
copyright 11-10-2005


Age Rating: 10 +

Do not show him your hands
For he has seen your fingers
You play an instrument
In an invisible stage

The sound of your voice will be muted
By the very trumpet you blow
You shall not hear his voice
When he calls upon you
Thus you’ll be left behind
to fend for yourself

Do not show him your lofty tower
For he brought one down
Do not show him your monuments
For he is an Icon
Do not show him your gardens
For you came out of one and did not return

Show him your innocence
For he charged you with their care
Show him your underground
For waters run deep and dirty
Show him your oppressed
For so shall you be as well
like the ones you trod upon

He will send to you his terror
For they will turn your house crimson
Do not hide from him your widows
For he is their husband
Do not hide from him your elders
For their remedy you promised

He will send to you the fires you’ve lit,
in the belly of the beast
for the oppressed will rise,
along with the righteous

He will smear your name for generations to come
For they will know your name
and will blot it from him
He will separate the truth from myth
For the mind can be mislead

Comport yourself highly
Lest you run out of time
For he was patient forty days
But he is watchful all night

And when the Moon shines brightly
and you think of tomorrow
He will light up the night
as if it were day
and the stars shall befall you
for your place in Heaven shall be vacant!






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        11-14-2005     Deborah Thomas        

Do I sense a wake-up call to all who bang their own drum so loudly that they can not hear the choir?
Lord, keep me close to You that I will always feel Your presence. Open my ears to hear Your voice, and not my own. For it will not be my own voice that calls me on that day.. and I do so want to go home. Do not leave me behind, whatever the cost! Amen!

        11-13-2005     Kat Voletto        

I really liked this piece. Though I am not myself a Christian, I have made it a point to study other religions and know the Christian doctrines and teachings well. This could truly a page out of a new bible, or a (further) addition to the old. Very well written; I would suggest changing "trod on" to "trod upon". Keep up the excellent work!

        11-13-2005     Walter Jones        

He stopped to taste the reality, and lost the mind that gave him difference, Dante screamed the truth is you, both your heaven and your hell, touch her with your eyes, and love her in your mind, the soul wanders time forever if you be immortal, was that not what we became. Fantastic write.. Walt

        11-11-2005     David Pekrul        

This reminds me of two verses in scripture.

"Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall." Proverbs 16:18

And to summarize Ezekiel 18:11-13
"He that...hath oppressed the poor and needy, hath spoiled by violence....he shall surely die; his blood shall be upon him."

Another great write from our 'modern prophet'.



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